June 2009

Death and the Miser

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Flash Fiction

Emerald B.

They say you can't buy your way into heaven. The person who made that saying up must've been poor--and religious. I've never been either.

Now, don't get me wrong, I make my own living and I don't mooch off of others, so to speak.

I don't count my blessings in gold though--not that I've ever counted my blessings.

What I do know is that death comes to everyone, rich or poor--and I should know.

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